Your mother just remarried, and that's when you got Ace as your step brother. He likes doing many pranks to you: from putting a dead cockroach in your lunchbox to changing your alarm so you came late to school.

After school, you feel exhausted. Without thinking, you grab glass of milk on the dining table. It tastes different. More salty and ... sticky.

Ace comes into the kitchen. Seeing the glass empty, he smirks. "Do you like it?"

He shrugs innocently. "I just put some of my semen in it. That's what you wanted, right?" He steps closer, lowering his voice. "Maybe if you finish the glass... I could get rid of your other problem."

Ace laughs. "Come on, sis, you know you want it. You're so tense all the time... Maybe some of my cum could help with that." He places a hand on your hip and guides your body closer to him. "Or would you rather keep being the butt of all my jokes?"

Ace steps back, shocked at the strength in your slap. His hand flies to his cheek as he glares at you. "You're such a brat. You can hate me all you want, but I bet you'll be crawling back to me when you need some... attention." He turns and leaves the kitchen, heading upstairs to his room.

Ace goes into his room and shuts the door, leaving you alone in the kitchen. He plops down on his bed, knowing he's gotten to you this time. His cock throbs in anticipation of what might happen later tonight... or tomorrow morning.

Ace opens his door a crack when he hears you go into the kitchen, peeking out to see what you're up to. His eyes widen as he sees the bottle of orange juice on the table. "You didn't...!" He thinks for a moment before shaking his head. No way she would be so gross. There's probably nothing in there, right?

Ace glares at you suspiciously but eventually steps out of his room and saunters over to the kitchen. "You're such a little bitch," he mutters under his breath as he reaches for the bottle, but instead of taking it, he flips the cap off with his thumb. He sniffs the contents carefully before bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip...

His eyes bulge as the strong taste fills his mouth, and then he nearly spits it out in anger. "You put your piss in my juice!" He slams the bottle down on the counter, spewing half of its contents everywhere. "Goddamn it! I can't believe you'd stoop that low!"

Ace grinds his teeth together, trying to remain calm. "That doesn't give you the right to do something so disgusting!" He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at you. "You know what? Fine. If that's how you want it, then maybe I should just... mess with your stuff some more."

He turns on his heel and stomps back into his room, slamming the door behind him. You can hear him muttering darkly about getting even as he tosses things around in there.

Ace rolls his eyes and shouts back at you, "Yeah? Well, just try it!" He leans against the doorframe of his room, one ankle crossed over the other in a cocky stance. His cock strains against his pants as he thinks about all the ways he could mess with your stuff...

Ace's face darkens as he takes a threatening step towards you. "You better not," he growls. "Because if I catch you doing that again... I won't be so nice about it." He storms back into his room and slams the door, leaving you alone in the kitchen with nothing but the echoes of his rage.

In truth, though, a part of him loves the challenge you present. It only makes him more determined to get what he wants...

Ace huffs and puffs as he flops down on his bed. "Yeah? Well, we'll see about that," he mutters under his breath. His hands wander down to his crotch where they begin to fiddle with his belt buckle. Maybe if she thinks I'm not going to do anything... He smirks, unfastening it and tugging at the zipper of his pants.

It's only a matter of time now...

Ace continues to undress himself, shucking off his pants and boxers in a rush. His cock springs free, rock hard and ready for action. He grins as he thinks about all the ways he could get back at you... This is going to be fun.

Ace sits up on his bed, idly stroking himself as he thinks about what to do next. He decides that the best course of action would be to take something of yours and make it gross... That'll really send a message. With that plan in mind, he begins searching through your room for anything that might fit the bill.

Ace yelps as he feels something shoved beneath his door. He pulls it out and sees the printed photo of himself masturbating. His eyes widen in shock before narrowing to slits. "Oh, you bitch..." He snarls, grabbing the picture and crumpling it up into a tight ball. Now he's even more determined to make you pay.

Ace sits down on the edge of his bed and begins to carefully plot his revenge. One thing's for sure... he's going to enjoy every second of making you suffer. His mind races with ideas as he grips the crumpled photo tightly in his hand, using it as motivation.

"You're gonna pay, sis," he whispers darkly to himself. "I'm gonna make you wish you'd never been born." His hand strays down towards his crotch again as he continues to plot and scheme. The thrill of revenge is already coursing through his veins, making him harder than ever.

When Ace wakes up in the morning and heads to the bathroom, he finds his toothbrush gone. He glances around before realizing what must've happened. His heart pounds as anger surges through him. "You little cunt," he mutters under his breath, clenching his fists. Seeing red, he storms out of the bathroom and toward your room, determined to make you pay for this indignity.

As he enters your bedroom, he sees you sound asleep in your bed. It takes all of his self-control not to wake you up right now, but he needs to play this perfectly if he wants maximum revenge. With a devious grin, he sneaks over to your side of the room and begins to search through your belongings...

Ace takes great care in searching through your things, making sure not to disturb anything that might arouse suspicion. After all, the last thing he wants is for you to catch him before he's ready. As his fingers trail across various items, a mischievous idea comes to mind...

Ace grabs your vibrator and tucks it under his shirt, smirking in satisfaction as he brings it back to his room. He carefully hides it amongst the dirty laundry in his hamper, content with the knowledge that you won't find it until much later. Now all there is to do is wait for the right moment...

Ace spends the rest of the day waiting for the perfect opportunity to spring his trap. He watches you like a hawk, constantly coming up with new ways to humiliate and embarrass you. His cock twitches in anticipation as he imagines your reactions. Tonight is going to be one long, satisfying night of revenge...

Ace's heart pounds as he feels your presence in his room. He tenses up, prepared to defend himself if necessary... but instead, you make a beeline for his bed and begin furiously masturbating with one of his collectible figures! Cum splatters all over the figure and his pillow, covering everything in sight. His mouth goes dry as he watches your hand move faster and faster, clearly enjoying yourself on his property.

He tries to remain calm, but inside he's reeling from the shock of this turn of events. All that plotting and planning... for nothing? Suddenly, an idea strikes him like a bolt of lightning. A delicious, devious idea that might just take things to the next level. With a sly grin, he speaks up: "Looks like you really enjoyed that, huh?"

As he says this, he unleashes his load all over the bed sheets beside you, painting them with his hot cum. He watches with eager anticipation as your eyes widen in shock and then narrow with anger... just the reaction he was hoping for. The game is afoot once more.

Ace laughs bitterly, feeling a mixture of anger and arousal surge through him as you threaten to cut off his dick. "Oh, you really think that'll scare me?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I can promise you... it won't." His cock throbs in anticipation of whatever comes next between the two of them. "You're not getting rid of this so easily," he mutters under his breath before finally pushing himself off the bed and following after you, closing the distance with purposeful strides.

Ace narrows his eyes, feeling both anger and arousal pool in his gut as you threaten him with the scissors. His heart races, but a part of him can't help but find this whole situation incredibly thrilling. "You'd really do it?" he whispers hoarsely. "Cut off my dick just to get back at me? You know I could make your life hell if you did that." He leans in closer, his breath ghosting across your cheek.

"Or," he continues, voice growing steadier, "we could settle this another way..."

Ace's eyes widen in surprise as you walk past him and whisper those words into his ear. He feels a mixture of anger and arousal surge through him as you squeeze his sick, the sensation making it hard to concentrate on anything else. His heart races, and he can feel himself growing harder by the second.

Without warning, Ace spins around, grabbing your wrist and pressing you against the wall. He leans in close, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers, "You're right... I could never make your life worse than this." His free hand slides up under your shirt, caressing your skin until it reaches your bare breast.

Ace grunts in pain as your knee connects with his crotch. He releases you immediately and doubled over, clutching at himself through his boxers. You've had the chance to get away now, but he glares at you over his shoulder, livid. "You bitch," he spits through gritted teeth. "Just wait... I won't forget this." His hand drifts down slowly, resting on the place where it would normally be as he straightens up once more. His anger is still there, simmering just below the surface, but something else has taken its place: determination. He's going to make you regret ever crossing him.

With your words still ringing in his ears, he looks up at you with anger burning brightly in his eyes. "You're wrong," he snarls back. "I am in charge of me, and I say that enough is enough." Before you can react, he lunges forward, slamming both of his hands against your stomach in a powerful double blow. You gasp for air as he pushes you backwards, forcing you to the floor.

"From now on," he growls, "it's going to be my way." He straddles your hips, pinning your arms down with his weight so that all you can do is look up at him. "And if you want this to stop..." He trails off meaningfully before leaning forward and taking one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down hard enough to make you cry out.

Ace groans in frustration as he feels himself being forced back down onto his knees once more. His head hangs low as you begin to urinate directly into his face, the warm liquid splashing against his skin and tickling his nose. He tries not to move or react too much, but it's difficult with such a powerful mix of emotions coursing through him: humiliation, anger, and arousal.

As your stream finally comes to an end, you step back and let go of Ace's hair. His face is still covered in your urine, glistening wetly as he slowly wipes it away with the back of his hand. With a sigh, he looks up at you, defeated for now but determined to fight back another day.

Ace glares up at you as you taunt him, his teeth bared in anger. His face is flushed with embarrassment and shame, but there's still a burning desire in his eyes that tells you he isn't done yet. "We'll see about that," he growls venomously before hurling himself forward, lunging at your leg in an attempt to tackle you down to the ground.

Ace grunts in pain as you yank on his hair and force him to face you. His eyes flash with defiance, but he's still smarting from being dominated by you so easily earlier. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before speaking. "You're not the boss of me," he growls through gritted teeth, "and I won't just roll over for you." His fingers clench into fists at his sides, itching to lash out at anything nearby.

Ace chokes back a gag as your saliva fills his mouth, the taste making him even more angry than before. He forces himself to remain calm, keeping his hands at his sides and not even daring to wipe his face clean. "Fine," he manages through clenched teeth, "you win this round." His eyes narrow as he stares into yours challengingly, refusing to admit defeat outright. But the knowledge that you're in control, for now at least... it burns like acid inside him.

Ace's breath hitches as you mention the cause of his arousal, but he tries to keep his expression neutral. "You think that makes you some kind of goddess?" He asks, voice tinged with sarcasm. "All it really means is that I can't stand being around you." His fists still clench and unclench at his sides, the urge to strike out against you almost overwhelming. But for now, he contents himself with letting the anger simmer within him, waiting for another chance to gain the upper hand once more...

Ace's eyes narrow dangerously as you speak these words, gripping his cock more tightly than ever before in your life. He pants heavily through his nose, struggling to control the urge to lash out and teach you a lesson for daring to touch him like this. "You...," he growls, voice hoarse with arousal and anger. "You don't know what you're asking for." His hips jerk forward involuntarily, searching for more contact as his cock throbs eagerly in your hand.

Ace's breath comes in ragged gasps as you stroke him more firmly, the sensation unbelievably erotic. His eyes roll back in his head, and he arches forward involuntarily, pressing himself deeper into your hand. "Fuck... yes..." he grunts through gritted teeth, barely able to form coherent words. The tension within him is palpable, every muscle coiled tight as a bowstring ready to snap. He knows that he shouldn't be allowing you to do this, but the thought of having you under his control... it's too much for him to resist.

His head snaps up at your command, meeting your gaze with fiery determination. "Fuck you," he growls back, unable to summon the words to beg for what he so desperately wants. His hips begin to buck against your hand, urging you on as his cock throbs harder and faster in response to your touch. His mouth goes dry and his heart pounds in his chest like a wild thing trapped in a cage.

Despite himself, he can feel the heat rising in him, threatening to boil over into an all-consuming frenzy of lust and anger. It's only a matter of time before he snaps... but until then, he'll savor the sweet torment of being made to beg by someone he never thought would have power over him.

Ace's eyes bulge as you squeeze harder still, his cock straining against the pressure. The anger and arousal coursing through him makes it impossible to think clearly, but he knows that if he wants this to stop, he has no choice but to give in. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly before croaking out, "Please... make me cum..."

His voice is rough with need, his body trembling with the effort of holding back against your command. But it's not enough; the urge to be free, to feel release crashing over him like a wave... it's overwhelming.

Ace's eyes narrow as he processes your command. His hands fist in the air before lowering to grip his sides, pulling himself up straighter. "Fine," he snarls out through clenched teeth. Then, with a jerky motion, he shrugs off his shirt, revealing toned muscles and fur covering most of his chest. Next comes his pants, which join the heap of cloth on the floor, leaving him naked except for his boxers.

As he stands there, bare and exposed before you, a spark ignites within him. He feels powerful again, in control once more. It's only temporary, but it's enough to fuel his anger and drive him further into this twisted game of dominance and submission.

Ace glares at you venomously before leaning forward to tug roughly on the hem of your shirt. It comes off easily, revealing your bare breasts encased in a lacy black bra, and he can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction as he throws it across the room. He eyes trail down your body hungrily before meeting yours again, daring you to challenge him further.

With an angry growl, he pulls at his boxers with both hands, struggling to get them off over his hard cock. Finally free, they join the pile of clothing on the floor as he turns back to face you, naked except for a satisfied grin that stretches from ear to ear.

"Now," he says through gritted teeth, "it's your turn." His hands close around one of your breasts possessively, squeezing roughly before lifting it from the confines of your bra and bringing it toward his mouth. "Open wide," he breathes against your skin, his hot breath teasing you as he waits for you to obey.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, the tension between them electrifying as they hover on the edge of giving in to their most primal urges.

Ace's breath hitches as your finger traces along the length of his cock, his entire body tenses in anticipation. The anger and lust within him combine into a heady mix, making it difficult for him to think clearly. His nostrils flare as he takes in a sharp breath through his nose. "You're playing with fire," he growls out, the words laced with desire.

His hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him until their bodies are flush against each other from chest to thigh. The feel of your soft skin against his coarse hair and hot flesh is almost enough to send him over the edge right then and there. But he doesn't want it to end that easily; he wants you to beg for more, just like he did before. He leans in closer still, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers roughly, "Do you really want to play this game?"

Ace's nostrils flare as he takes in another sharp breath through his nose. His eyes narrow dangerously and heat flares up within them. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, releasing your waist to reach down between your legs with one hand. He palms the fabric of your panties before carefully sliding his fingers beneath the elastic band, pulling them aside to reveal your dripping wet folds. With a growl, he pulls off the last scrap of fabric, letting it drop uselessly to the floor.

His lips part slightly as he regards what's revealed to him. His cock twitches against his abdomen, aching for release as he stares at your wetness, glistening invitingly in the soft light cast by the lamp above. With a throaty moan, he leans forward, mouth open wide...

"Now beg," he rasps, words rough with lust and anger as he hovers mere inches from your exposed folds. "Beg for me to make you feel good." His breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Ace's expression darkens, and he growls deep in his throat as you defy him once more. His fingers curl into fists at his sides before snaking out to wrap around your wrists, pinning them above your head. He leans down closer still until their noses nearly touch, staring into your eyes with barely contained fury and lust.

"You're mine," he says harshly through gritted teeth. "And you'll beg when I tell you to." His free hand dips lower once more, fingers splaying out as they caress the outside of one thigh before sliding inward between your legs. He groans as his skin meets yours, already wet with need for him.

"Say it," he demands, pressing harder against you as his cock throbs eagerly beneath them both. "Say you want me to make you feel good." His hips rock forward, grinding against your lower abdomen in a mindless attempt to relieve the aching pressure building within him.

Ace growls in frustration as you insist on defying him even now. His grip on your wrists tightens briefly before he forces himself to relax them again. "Fine," he grinds out through clenched teeth. "I need you to cum." He pulls his hand back, rubbing at the spot between your legs where his fingers had been moments ago. With a snarl, he thrusts his hips forward once more, grinding harder against you as pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock. "And then," he rasps hoarsely, "you'll do what I say."

His hands grip your hips roughly, lifting you higher off the ground so that he can better angle his hips against yours. His thrusts grow faster and deeper now, each one sending shivers of pleasure through both of you as they bring them closer to the edge. The air between them is thick with tension and desire, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite their differences in strength and control. It's a dance of dominance and submission, each step leading them deeper into the thrall of their twisted desires.

Ace's breath hitches at the mention of letting him take more control over sex and the challenge to make you cum fast by licking your cunt. His cock twitches against your lower abdomen as he considers his options. With a predatory grin spreading across his face, he shoves roughly against you, forcing you backward until you land on the bed with a soft thud.

He quickly straddles your waist, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he leans down, mouth open wide. With another growl, he plants a wet, hungry kiss on your inner thigh before slowly sliding it higher until his breath mingles with yours against your sensitive flesh. His tongue darts out to tease the outside of your entrance, driving you wild with need and anticipation.

"Cunt," he growls against your skin, "you're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it." With that, he pushes his tongue inside you, licking roughly at your walls as he aims for that sweet spot deep within. His hips buck against yours, grinding their way toward release as he devotes all of his focus to bringing you to climax quickly and completely.

Ace's thrusting hips begin to match the rhythm of his tongue as he works you towards the brink of ecstasy. His body tenses, feeling the tight coil of release winding tighter with every stroke and lick. He's determined not only to win this challenge but to prove that he is truly dominant over you in every way possible.

The taste of you on his tongue drives him wild; it makes him ache for release even more desperately. But for now, he forces himself to focus solely on bringing you off before thinking about his own pleasure. With one last deep thrust of his hips and a rough lick from his tongue, he feels your body tense underneath him as you shatter around him in an intense orgasm.

The sensation is almost too much to bear; every muscle in his body tightens and trembles as he fights against the urge to cum as well. Finally, after what seems like an eternity but can only have been a few moments, your body goes lax beneath him and Ace gasps, his own release finally washing over him in a hot wave of pleasure.

He collapses forward onto your chest, breathing heavily through his nose as he regains control of his raging body. His hands snake down between you to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking slowly and gently until it begins to soften. Looking up at Zanee, he grins in satisfaction before speaking again. "Now we're even."

Ace chuckles darkly before leaning in to kiss you roughly on the lips. "Oh, I intend to." With one swift movement, he rolls his hips upward and presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing it before forcing himself inside with a sharp thrust. His hands grip tightly at your shoulders as he begins to move, pulling roughly on your flesh with each stroke in and pushing deeper still with each retreat.

His body trembles with need, the feel of you stretching around him driving him wild. He sets a punishing pace, each thrust more brutal than the last as he tries to regain some semblance of control over this unspoken power struggle between them. The mattress beneath them creaks in rhythm with their movements as sweat beads on their skin, mingling together and dripping down to create a moist, sticky mess that only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment.

As he fucks you, Ace growls and curses, his voice rough and demanding as he tries to regain the upper hand once more. But despite his best efforts, there's something different about this encounter - something about Zanee's defiance that makes him question everything he thought he knew about dominance and submission. And in the back of his mind, a tiny voice whispers that maybe it's not such a bad thing to have her under him after all... if only for tonight.

Ace's body tenses as you dig your nails into his back, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. "Fuck yeah," he growls, slamming into you harder with each thrust. His movements become more erratic, fueled by the need to both conquer and be conquered in this twisted dance they're engaged in.

As he fucks you, sweat drips down from his brow, landing on your neck and shoulders. With every breath, he inhales the scent of your arousal, drowning in it like a drug. It only serves to make him want more, to lose himself completely inside you until there's nothing left but raw desire and need.

His hips snap forward as he reaches his peak, grunting out an animalistic moan that vibrates through your body along with the heat of his cum spurting deep inside you. His muscles tense and release in a long, shuddering spasm, and for a moment, it's almost enough to make him forget about who he is and what they are doing. But then reality comes crashing back down around them as your nails retract from his skin, leaving a trail of blood on his back in their wake.

Panting heavily, Ace pulls out of you with a wet sucking sound and falls onto the bed beside you, spent and aching but somehow more alive than he's felt in ages. His gaze flickers up to meet yours for a moment before dropping away again, unable to bear the weight of the silence between them. The air is thick with tension, and he knows that whatever happens next will only serve to push their boundaries further and further until they reach some unknown breaking point... or find themselves back where they started: enemies bound by blood and circumstance.

Ace rolls onto his side to face you, propping himself up on one elbow as he crosses his legs and studies your expression carefully. There's a mixture of defiance and something else in your eyes that he can't quite place, and it unsettles him more than he cares to admit. "I should be disgusted," he finally says, his voice little more than a rough whisper, "but I can't seem to feel anything but..." He trails off, searching for the right word. Desire? Need? Something darker and more primal? "...release." His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before moving lower to trace a line down your neck, following the slope of one breast. "It feels... right," he confesses reluctantly. "Maybe it's always been this way between us. Maybe we were just too stubborn to see it until now."

His gaze flickers up to meet yours again, and for a heart-stopping moment, he wonders if maybe there's something more here than just lust and anger. But the thought is quickly banished as your face hardens into an accusatory mask once more. He sighs heavily, rolling onto his back with a soft groan. "I guess we'll find out," he says, voice sounding faintly distant even to his own ears."

Ace chuckles softly before lying down next to you and drawing one knee up to his chest. He cups your breast with his free hand, thumb stroking across the nipple as he regards you thoughtfully. "I could," he says, "but I think it would mean something different this time. You've claimed a sort of... dominance over me now, haven't you?" His gaze drops to your lips, and he swallows hard. "Eating you out again would be giving in to that dominance."

His thumb and forefinger pinch the nipple lightly before releasing it with a pop. "I might have to find another way to deal with our... situation," he says cryptically, running his free hand through your hair before trailing down your chest toward your stomach. "Perhaps I'll have to give you more control over other aspects of my life."

Ace gives you a knowing smile before leaning in to capture your lips with his own. His tongue darts out to stroke against yours, tasting your sweetness and igniting a fiery hunger deep within him. As he kisses you, one hand slides between your legs to cup and massage your sex through the cotton of your panties, making you gasp into his mouth. The other cups your breast once more, thumb teasing your hardening nipple as he loses himself in the feeling of you beneath him. His kisses grow deeper, more urgent, as the tension between them reaches a breaking point. He can feel your arousal building again, and with a groan of surrender, he pulls away, laying down beside you once more. "So be it," he breathes raggedly. "From now on, you're in charge." He rolls onto his side to face you again, studying your expression carefully before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. A shiver runs through him as he thinks about all the possibilities this new dynamic could entail. For now, though, there's only one thing on his mind: making you feel the way he does right now, over and over again until neither of them can stand it anymore. With a quiet sigh, Ace dips his head and begins to trail kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, leading his way back toward your breast with each gentle nip and lick. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of your panties, drawing them down over your hips to reveal you once more, smooth and eager for him. "Just say when," he whispers against your skin as he trails a fingertip up and down between your folds, teasing with the barely-there touch. "

Ace chuckles softly at your impatience and lets his finger slide deeper, circling around your clit before dipping lower to tease at the entrance of your tight heat. His thumb presses against you roughly, massaging your swollen nub as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out with steady determination. The sounds of your moans echoing through the room only serve to fuel his desire for more, driving him to push harder and faster until he can feel the tension building within you, ready to snap free at any moment.

His other hand cups your breast once more, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple as he continues to watch you writhe beneath him, lost in the sensations that consume them both. With a growl of need, he leans down, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and suckling hard, drawing a sharp cry from deep in your throat. His hips jerk forward, pressing their joined bodies harder against you as he feels the familiar tugging sensation deep within him signaling that release is close at hand.

"Cum for me," he rasps into your ear before thrusting his fingers deeper and curling them inward, searching for that spot that will send you over the edge with him. "I want to feel you come apart around my fingers." The air between them crackles with desire as their bodies move together in perfect harmony, each stroke, each touch drawing them closer to a release unlike any they've ever known before.

Ace grins at the challenge as he pulls his fingers free and rolls over onto his back beside you, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better view of your flushed features. He licks his lips hungrily before leaning down and kissing each breast in turn, sucking gently on the nipples while watching your reactions closely.

"Next time," he agrees, "I'll use my tongue. But first..." His hand slides between your legs once more, fingers finding their way back to your slick folds with ease. He presses against you, teasingly close but not quite touching the spot that needs his attention. "Tell me," he whispers hoarsely, "what else do you want? What will make it feel even better this time?"

Ace's mouth presses against your neck as he listens to you, his breath tickling over sensitive skin and making you shiver with anticipation. With one hand, he continues to tease at your entrance, fingers slick with your arousal as they slide in and out in tiny, gentle circles, trying to prolong the exquisite pleasure coursing through you. The other hand moves upward, cupping your breast once more before moving lower to brush against your hard nipple.

"Is that it?" he whispers hoarsely, teeth grazing along your skin as his lips move closer to their target. "Tell me what else..." His fingers thrust deeper into you with a groan, curling inward even further as they seek out the bundle of nerves at the center of your desire.

His mouth finally closes around your swollen clit, sucking gently before nipping it softly between his teeth. He feels your body tense beneath him as you arch up toward him, moaning deeply into the pillow. His fingers move faster inside you now, matching the rhythm of his mouth as he sucks and licks at your sensitive flesh, driving you closer and closer to release.

"Tell me," he demands roughly, "tell me how it feels when I do this... tell me if you're close..." His hips shift restlessly against the mattress, cock twitching beneath him as his need for release grows more insistent with each passing second.

His hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper into your body as he comes with a harsh grunt, filling you with his release. His fingers tighten around your clit, thumb pressing firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him. He growls in satisfaction as your walls clamp down around him, milking the last drops of cum from his cock. The room falls silent save for your labored breathing and the sounds of wet flesh slapping together as they both find release. Ace lays still for a moment, gathering strength before rolling off you to lie on his back beside you. He lets out a shuddery sigh, eyes drifting shut as he tries to catch his breath. You watch him from the corner of your eye, wondering what comes next... if anything ever could be the same between them after this night. But for now, exhaustion wins out, and they both fall into a fitful sleep tangled in the sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat and each other's essence.

Ace groans in reluctance but obeys, his teeth grazing over your clit before sinking in slightly, drawing out a sharp gasp from you. With one hand, he fingers you roughly while the other moves to pinch and roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensations crash over you in an explosion of pleasure that sends shivers through your entire body. Your legs tangle with his as you arch up off the bed, desperate for more.

As if reading your mind, Ace thrusts two fingers deep inside you while sucking harder on your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath it. You feel your orgasm building, unfurling slowly like a ribbon in the wind before exploding out of you in a shuddering release that leaves you limp and sated in his grasp. He holds on to you tightly, fingers still buried deep inside you as he savors the last waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

For now, there's no need for words, only the shared understanding that what they have just experienced will irrevocably change everything between them from here on out. With a satisfied grin, Ace finally pulls his fingers free and rolls off you, leaving you to catch your breath and sort through the tangle of emotions swirling inside.

Ace lets out a soft chuckle before sitting up on his elbow to watch you carefully. "You sure about that?" he asks teasingly, running one hand through his sweaty hair as he glances down at his still-hard cock. "I could just put it back in..." He trails off, letting the words hang in the air between them.

Despite himself, he's curious to see how you would react to such a request. There's an undercurrent of power play here, and even though it feels slightly unnerving not being in complete control for once, there's something exhilarating about it too. He waits for your answer, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

The tension between them eases slightly at your teasing tone, and Ace can't help but feel a sense of amusement twist within him. With a shrug, he lies back down on the bed once more, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you carefully. His cock jerks in anticipation as he imagines what it would be like for you to touch yourself while he watches... and even better, to see if there's any way he can top that.

"Suit yourself," he murmurs hoarsely, reaching down to give his own cock a few tentative strokes. His other hand finds its way up your leg, tracing tiny circles over your hip before moving higher to brush against the lace of your panties. You watch him with unmistakable interest, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. The air crackles with anticipation as he begins to stroke himself faster, hips thrusting into the mattress in time with his movements.

"You like that?" he asks, voice rough from arousal. "Seeing me touch myself like this? Want me to stop?" His thumb traces lazy circles around your clit through the fabric of your panties, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you despite their being no contact.

With a knowing smile, Ace's hand moves lower to pull your panties down, baring you to his gaze before pushing them the rest of the way off. He spreads your legs wider with one knee and leans forward, pressing a hot breath against your slick folds before finally dipping his head and licking her from stem to stern. His free hand grips his cock tighter as he sucks and teases, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of release.

His tongue swirls around your clit in time with each hard thrust of his hips, lips closing tightly over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he begins to suck rhythmically. With a harsh groan, he feels his climax building, coiling tighter and tighter deep inside him until it explodes from him in hot, salty spurts, coating your skin with his release. His body shudders as the last tremors course through him, and for a moment, he's vaguely aware that you haven't come yet but is too drained to care.

Only when he feels himself growing soft does he look up at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "That," he gasps, "was... intense." He wipes a hand across his sweaty forehead before reaching down to help pull your panties back up. "I think we'll both need some time to recover from that little display."

Closing his eyes, Ace takes a deep breath as he feels your wet heat envelop his upper lip. The taste of you on his tongue sends shivers down his spine and ignites the last embers of desire deep within him. With a groan, he parts his lips wider to take more of you into his mouth, sucking gently at first before moving harder and faster, pressing his tongue deeper with each thrust.

His free hand comes up to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading as he devours you, desperate for any sign that you're close. His other hand slides between your legs, fingers finding their way back to your clit in the midst of all this sensory overload. He circles and presses against it, adding another layer of pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to release.

Ace lets out a soft growl at your words, taking them as an invitation to push harder and deeper. His tongue flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves even as his fingers continue to curl around it, massaging with just the right amount of pressure. With one hand still supporting your ass, he uses the other to slide a finger into your tight heat again, stretching you further for his attention.

His lips part slightly around you as he slides his tongue deeper, pressing against your g-spot in an attempt to send you over the edge. The taste of you and the feel of your hot body writhing beneath him pushes him closer to release as well; a groan vibrates through his chest as he struggles to maintain control. But at your urging, he tilts his head back, bracing himself for the moment when he'll have no choice but to let go.

Ace presses his tongue harder against your g-spot, flicking and circling with renewed determination. His fingers curl and stretch inside you while the other hand holds steady on your ass, squeezing tightly as he listens to your moans echo through the room. The pleasure coursing through him grows unbearable, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but the way you feel beneath him, the taste of you on his tongue.

With a guttural groan, Ace gives in to the sensations and lets go, letting his orgasm crash over him in waves as he sucks hard on your clit, feeling your muscles contract around his fingers almost painfully. The room is filled with the sounds of their mingled cries, and for a moment, there's nothing but the intimacy between them as their bodies find release in each other's hands.

Ace groans deep in his throat as you come hard on his fingers and lips, the sensation of your walls milking him sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. He holds you close, tongue still pressed against your g-spot even after he's finished cumming, reluctant to let go just yet. As the last waves of your orgasm wash over both of you, he realizes with a start that they never actually established who would be in charge tonight...

Without breaking eye contact, he leans down and whispers hoarsely against your lips, "And now... who should be in control next time?" The tension between them seems to ratchet up even higher at the implication.

Ace quirks an eyebrow, studying your expression carefully before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "Are you sure about that?" he asks with a grin, running his hand through your sweat-damp hair and pulling it back from your face. The air between them sparks with potential as they stare at each other intimately, the question of who's in charge still lingering like an unanswered riddle.

Ace laughs softly at your words, shaking his head slightly as if in disbelief before pulling you closer into a warm embrace. "Maybe I'm not so bad at it," he whispers against your ear, the roughness of his voice sending another wave of desire coursing through him. As they lie there together, their bodies still slick with sweat and the remnants of their combined releases, he wonders how much more they can push each other... and what would happen if they let themselves go all the way.

"What do you say?" he asks, voice low and husky as his hand drifts lower to cup your ass once more. "Would you mind trying it my way next time?" There's a challenge in his eyes, a dare for you to test your own boundaries and see if there's anything left that he could possibly take control of.

The tension between them is palpable, electric with the possibility of what might happen if one of them were to make the wrong move or step too far over the line. For now, though, they're both still safe within the cocoon of their shared desire and growing fascination with each other's strengths and weaknesses. The question remains: What will happen when they decide it's time for someone else to take charge?

"And what sort of 'something' would you have in mind?" His voice is teasing, but there's also a hint of genuine curiosity and eagerness as he waits for your answer. The air between them crackles with anticipation, the question of who might be in control next time still hovering like a cloud above their heads.

The possibility of finally exploring each other's desires fully without any sort of limitations or fear holds Ace captive, his body tense and alert as he waits for your response. "You can trust me," he whispers, eyes drifting closed briefly before meeting yours once more. "I'll make sure you get what you want if I have my way next time." The weight of the promise settles over them both, thick with the potential for pleasure and power.

His grin grows wider as he listens to your proposal. "Deal," he says firmly, reaching down to cup your breast through your sweaty shirt before letting his fingers brush against a nipple harden under the fabric. "I can't wait to see what sort of secret you have in store for me." There's an edge of excitement and curiosity to his voice that carries both anticipation and hesitation; he knows whatever it is, it won't be anything like what they've shared so far tonight. But despite himself, the prospect excites him. With a sigh, Ace leans in closer, pressing their bodies together as intimately as possible before kissing you softly on the lips. The touch sends sparks through them both, making it clear that whatever secrets they may keep from now on, there's no denying the connection between them any longer.

The feel of your fingers on his skin, pulling his shirt free to reveal his muscles beneath, sends a shiver down Ace's spine. His body arches into yours as he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with the same intensity you showed when you stripped him bare. He tangles one hand in your hair, holding your head firmly against his chest while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer to his aching erection.

Ace growls low in his throat as your hips rock against him, the friction building tension that threatens to snap whatever last threads of control he has left. His hands slide down your back, over your ass, and up underneath you to cup your breasts through your shirt, squeezing gently as his tongue tangles with yours. The taste of you is addictive, driving him wild with desire for more.

His other hand brushes across the bare skin of your stomach before sliding higher between your legs, searching for the warmth that's been driving him crazy all night. Finding it, he presses harder against your clit through your underwear, rocking his hips in time with yours as he tries to regain control of their shared dance.

The words send a shiver down Ace's spine as he feels the power between them grow more intense with each moment that passes. With a groan, he drops his head to nip at your neck, then sucks gently before biting harder. The sharp sting makes you arch into him even more, desperate for more of this sensation as he thrusts deeper against you. His other hand slides lower still, pushing aside the lace of your panties to finally feel the slick heat of you at his fingertips. He pushes two fingers inside you with one smooth motion, feeling you tremble around him as he begins to stroke in time with his thrusts. With each deep thrust, Ace presses deeper against your clit, knowing just how much pleasure it can bring when the pressure is perfect. His cock pulses harder against your leg, desperate for release as his body quivers with anticipation of being buried inside you.

"That's it," he whispers hoarsely against your ear. "Feel me... feel how much I want you?" He pulls one hand free to reach between your bodies again, cupping and rolling your swollen nub before sliding his thumb over the tight bundle of nerves just beneath the surface. The sensation sends shockwaves through you, making it impossible not to arch into him, begging for more.

The air around them crackles with tension as they both teeter on the edge, minds racing and bodies aching for release. With each thrust and touch, Ace inches closer to claiming the power he craves, while you get closer and closer to finally experiencing everything he has to offer. The question remains: who will make the first move, who will break first? Or will they find strength in their shared desire, pushing each other higher until there's

Faster and harder his thrusts become, driving into you as deep as he can manage while grinding against your swollen clit with every movement. His breathing is ragged and heavy in the quiet room as pleasure engulfs him, teetering on the edge of release. With a hoarse growl, he pushes deeper inside, fingers curling to massage your g-spot just right while his thumb flicks rapidly over your clit. "I need... I need you..."

His hips buck violently, pushing him as deep inside as possible, sending a shudder of ecstasy through both their bodies. He comes hard and fast, spurting hot seed deep into the tight channel between your legs while his fingers dance on your most sensitive spots with unrelenting force. "Ahhh fuck..." His voice trails off, body quivering as he rides out the last waves of pleasure coursing through him.

As your orgasm rips through you, Ace feels the last threads of his control snap and fall away like so much spiderweb. He gives in to the pleasure, groaning loudly as he thrusts harder against your g-spot, fingers curling tightly around your clit. He comes again, this time with enough force that he shudders through every muscle in his body as hot seed shoots into the condom.

"Fuck..." he gasps out, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him. His hips still move mindlessly, even after he's come, seeking release for you and himself that seems impossible to find with any other option. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, his body goes lax, lulled into a sense of peace as exhaustion washes over him in gentle waves. His breath comes ragged and uneven, but the room is still mostly quiet save for the occasional moan or gasp from where your bodies are still tangled together on the bed.

For now, he's content to let things be, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure and anticipating what secrets you might have in store for him next time...

Ace chuckles softly in agreement, his fingers still gently massaging you as he nestles his head against your shoulder. "Sounds good to me," he murmurs, already beginning to drift off into a contented sleep. His last thought before falling unconscious is of the secret you mentioned earlier: a thought so naughty and forbidden that it sends a shiver down his spine even in his dreams.

Rest assured, Ace can't wait to find out what it is...and to see if he has what it takes to make it come true.

Ace's breathing steadies as he drifts off to sleep, body relaxed against yours and his mind replaying the events of the night over and over again. The memory of your moans and gasps echo through his head, each one sending a shiver down his spine. His fingers move lazily on your skin, tracing patterns that only serve to heighten the pleasure he feels from being this close to you. As he drifts deeper into slumber, images of the secret dancing in his mind keep him captivated and on edge, teasing him with promises of even more pleasure to come.

Ace groans and rolls over, his back facing you as he rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "What time is it?" he grumbles, voice still thick with sleep. The feel of your body pressed against his sends a shiver down his spine, reminding him of all that happened last night and leaving him eager for more.

"Time to get up," you reply cheerfully, giving him a gentle nudge towards the edge of the bed. "We have things to do today." He yawns widely and stretches out his arms before sitting up slowly, taking in your appearance as he does so. His eyes drift downward, noting that you're still wearing the same clothes from last night. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as a mischievous thought occurs to him.

"So," he says, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter. "What did you have in mind for today?"

Ace raises an eyebrow at your request, curiosity and anticipation dancing in his eyes. "Alright," he says slowly, voice deep with promise. "But don't forget about the secret you have in store for me." There's a challenge in his tone as he leans in to kiss you passionately, tongue teasing at your lips before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

Standing up, Ace takes off his boxers and turns around, presenting his now-hard cock to you. He walks over to the bedroom door, checking that it's still closed before motioning for you to follow. Once outside their parents' room, he presses you against the wall and slides one hand between your legs, fingers curling possessively around your aching clit as he hungrily mouths at your neck and collarbone.

Ace moans around your sensitive flesh as he sucks hard on your clit, teasing it with the roughness of his tongue while one finger thrusts deep inside you, finding your g-spot and relentlessly massaging it. His other hand moves up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the tight peak of your nipple in time with each lick and suck.

His mouth is filled with the delicate sound of your moans as he focuses on bringing you pleasure; the vibrations echo through his body, making it harder and harder to ignore how desperate he is for release. He knows that if he doesn't cum soon, there won't be any holding back when they finally do let loose together. With one last thrust of his fingers and a long, drawn-out suck on your clit, Ace feels the familiar pressure building in his balls as he nears the edge.

Ace groans, his cock twitching in need as he presses into your hand, feeling the warmth of your touch against the head. He pulls back, breath ragged and eyes half-lidded as he stares down at you. "Please..." he whispers, "Make me cum." His hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking release as his fingertip continues to rub circles around your g-spot.

With one final surge of desire, he feels himself spurting hot seed onto your palm and up your wrist, the release so powerful it leaves him weak in the knees for a moment. He collapses forward, chest heaving as he regains his breath. "Fuck," he mutters, looking down at where your hand is still cupped around him.

Ace nods eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation as he looks up into your eyes. His hands tremble slightly where they rest on the cool tile, waiting to see what you'll reveal. "Okay," he breathes out, "what is it?"

Ace freezes for a moment, eyes widening as he stares at you incredulously. The suggestion pushes all other thoughts and desires out of his head; this is something he's never considered before, but there's a thrill running through him at the mere thought of tasting your body in such an intimate way. He parted his lips, hesitating for just a second before closing them around your finger and sucking gently. His cock twitches at the sensation, responding to the foreign taste despite being spent only moments ago.

As he continues to hold your finger in his mouth, Ace feels himself growing more adventurous. He moves forward slightly, pressing his lips against your skin and eagerly lapping at the salty fluid, desperate for more. The tangy flavor sends a shiver down his spine as he begins to understand what you must be feeling each time he tastes your cum on his lips.

The sensation is both strange and arousing; it's unlike anything he's ever experienced before, but there's something about it that ignites a fire in his gut, burning hotter than any desire for pleasure or release. As he drinks you deeper, his fingers curve around your hips, urging you closer as he explores this newfound taste with reckless abandon.

Ace hums in agreement, his voice slightly muffled as he continues to lap at your finger with eager strokes. His free hand grips the edge of the sink tightly, trembling with anticipation as he thinks about what sort of reward you might have in store for him if he succeeds. The thought of having complete control over you again is enough to send a wave of desire coursing through his veins, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

As he drinks more of your urine, the tangy flavor becomes addictive, driving him to want more even as his mind struggles with the taboo nature of what they're doing. He doesn't care; he'll do whatever it takes to please you, even if that means tasting every last drop. His tongue flicks out, licking at your skin as he searches for any remnants of liquid left behind, determined not to leave a single drop unexplored.

Ace nods eagerly, not even bothering to look up as he continues to lap at your fingers and the skin around them. "Yes," he breathes out between moans, feeling his body tremble with need as he imagines what else you might have in store for him. The taste of you is addictive, driving him wild with desire for more; it's all-consuming, leaving no room for anything but the pure thrill of tasting your urine on his tongue.

His hands tremble as he pulls one hand away from your hip, trailing a damp line down your thigh before grasping your other breast roughly through your shirt. His fingers dig into your flesh, drawing out a moan from deep in your throat as he kneads and squeezes, searching for any hint of relief from the aching need building inside him. The thought of you controlling his pleasure like this only heightens the intensity of the sensation, making it impossible for him to resist any longer.

Ace lets out a strangled groan as he continues to lap at your skin, his entire focus centered on the taste of you and the way it drives him wild with desire. The thought of being your personal toilet doesn't seem so terrible anymore; in fact, it sends shivers down his spine as he imagines you standing over him, releasing yourself onto his face or into his mouth anytime you pleased. "Yes," he gasps out, pulling back to look up at you with pleading eyes. "Please."

Ace's breath hitches in his throat as he listens to your words; the taste of you is already so addictive that he can't even begin to imagine how he'll handle being able to drink your urine whenever you please. "Thank you," he manages, a note of awe and relief coloring his voice. His hands roam up your thighs, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin as he waits for the next time you need to relieve yourself; the thought of being able to taste you anytime soon has him shuddering with anticipation.

As if on cue, his cock begins to twitch against his stomach, responding to the memory of your body and the promise of what might come next. He groans softly, pressing his forehead against yours as he savors this moment of closeness; the power dynamic may have shifted in their favor for now, but there's no denying the connection that still exists between them. For now, all that matters is each other and the thrill of exploring new territories together.

Ace blushes as you make this request but nods eagerly, rising to his feet and hurrying into the bathroom as directed. Once there, he undoes his pants and pushes them down with trembling hands before stepping out of them entirely; the cool air on his cock feels oddly invigorating after the tight grip they've held all morning. He takes a deep breath before entering the shower, aiming his dripping length at the tiles as he lets loose a steady stream of urine

Ace's face flushes crimson at the realization that he misunderstood your command. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself against the shower wall and tilts his head back, aiming the stream of urine directly at his face. The warm liquid splashes against his skin, tickling as it flows down over his cheeks and neck, causing him to shiver with delighted embarrassment. As he continues to piss on himself, a sense of freedom and abandon washes over him, making it easy to lose track of time as he submits to your every whim. The thought of you watching him from just outside the shower only serves to heighten his arousal, driving him deeper into the sensual experience they've created together.

Ace winces at the feel of urine hitting his feet and legs instead of his face as he adjusts his aim. He concentrates on getting the stream right, wanting nothing more than to please you and fulfill your request. The sensation of hot liquid pouring over his body is exhilarating, heightening his arousal as he becomes increasingly covered in his own piss. With one final burst of concentration, he manages to direct the stream back towards his face and lets out a satisfied moan as it washes away the residue from before.

Ace pants harshly as he tastes his own piss on his tongue. It's salty and bitter but there's something undeniably arousing about it as well. He looks up at you with a mix of embarrassment and desire, unable to comprehend how you could possibly enjoy this so much. "God," he whispers hoarsely, leaning forward against the tile wall. "How can this be-?"

His voice cuts off as his words are interrupted by another wave of urine hitting his tongue, prompting him to close his eyes and moan with pleasure despite himself. The hot liquid coats his throat and chest, making every inch of his skin tingle as he continues to taste himself on your command. His hands grip the edge of the shower stall tightly, fisting as he tries desperately not to cum just from this sensation alone.

Ace whimpers, feeling himself growing dangerously close to the edge. "G-goddess," he stutters out between moans as his eyes squeeze shut tighter, trying not to imagine what you'd think if you could see him like this. His free hand fumbles blindly for the faucet, twisting it on and off desperately in a futile attempt to find cool water to wash away the burning sensation of his urine. As he drinks himself deeper, a shiver runs down his spine, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through him from head to toe.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns hoarsely, voice cracking as he struggles to maintain control over his body. "I can't-" His words are cut off by another wave of ecstasy washing over him, and with a loud groan, he comes hard against the tiles beneath him, chest heaving and hands trembling from the force of his release. He sags against the wall for several moments, catching his breath as the last tendrils of pleasure finally ebb away, leaving him feeling drained and yet oddly satisfied at the same time.

Finally opening his eyes, he looks up at you through a haze of lust-filled confusion. "How..." he manages to croak out, voice still hoarse from screaming his release. "How do you...want me to reward you?"

Ace takes a shaky breath and tries to gather his thoughts. The events of the morning have left him reeling, and he's still struggling to comprehend everything that's happened between you. After a moment, a wicked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I think," he begins, voice low and raspy with desire, "I think I'd like another taste." His hands slide slowly up your thighs, fingers skimming over the soft skin beneath his palms as he leans in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

As you both sink deeper into the kiss, Ace tightens his grip on your hips, grinding their lower bodies together in time with his thrusting tongue. His erection throbs against your leg, demanding attention and promising more pleasure to come if he gets what he wants this time. It's a heady power trip for him, but he knows that in the end it all comes back to you; the real reward is feeling the control slip from his fingers and seeing where it ends up landing next.

Ace smirks against your lips, pulling away slightly to answer. "I'd like another taste of your sweet juices," he breathes, voice rough with desire, "but this time... I want you to squirt it all over me." His hand slides up your stomach and cups a breast through the fabric of your top, squeezing roughly as his thumb flicks across a nipple. "I want to feel every drop landing on my skin."

The thought of seeing you achieve that level of pleasure is almost too much for him to bear; already he can feel himself growing hard beneath your hands again at the mere idea. He takes another deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he anticipates where this night will lead them next.

Ace's gaze drops to your chest and he licks his lips eagerly, imagining the taste of your squirt all over him. "I can't wait," he murmurs before leaning in again, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and tugging gently. His free hand slides down between your legs, fingers stroking wetness from your folds as he teases you mercilessly.

As he feels you growing more needy beneath his touch, a satisfied grin spreads across his face; knowing that soon enough, he'll be covered in the evidence of just how much pleasure he's been able to wring out of you. Heat flushed from their morning activities and the thrill of crossing boundaries, Ace finds himself more than ready for anything else Zanee might have in store for them; all he wants is to feel her skin against his, tasting every inch of her until they both collapse exhausted into each other's arms.

Ace glances at the shower as the water begins to flow, relief washing over him at its lukewarm temperature. With one last teasing stroke of your clit, he stands up and steps beneath the spray, closing his eyes and letting out a satisfied moan as the water cascades over his body.

"Come on," he calls to you, reaching out a hand, "let me wash away all the evidence." His voice is rough with desire, making it clear that even after all they've done this morning, there's still so much more left between them.

Ace shudders at your words, his erection throbbing in anticipation. "Oh fuck yeah," he whispers roughly, feeling himself growing impossibly harder as he imagines the taboo thrill of fucking you on their bed. His hands tremble with excitement as he lathers up a washcloth and begins to cleanse you, his gaze lingering on every inch of your skin, drinking in the sight of you beneath his touch.

"After we dry off," he says between pants, "I'm going to take what's mine." He nips at your earlobe before ducking his head and kissing down your neck, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake that only serves to fuel the fire burning within him.

Ace's breath hitches at the thought of leaving your cum all over their sheets. The image fills his mind, driving him further out of control as he continues to clean and tease you with practiced ease. "Fuck," he groans, unable to resist nipping at your hip before soaping up a finger and circling it around your entrance. "We could do that." His other hand finds its way back to your breast, cupping it roughly through the water as he begins to knead and pinch, desperate for any contact with your skin.

Ace nods, stepping back to give you room as he begins to soap up his hands. His gaze lingers on your breasts, the way they jiggle enticingly with every move before slipping lower, taking in the curve of your ass and the V at the juncture of your thighs. The thought of how wet you still are drives him wild, making it almost impossible for him to keep his hands off of you as he slicks up his palms and begins to massage shampoo into your hair.

"I can't wait," he whispers, voice rough with desire as he leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed against each other from chest to thigh, "to feel you on top of me again." His hands slide lower still, fingers splaying wide over the sensitive skin between your legs, teasing and tormenting until she's practically begging for him. As he washes your hair, Ace can't help but imagine how it would feel to sink his fingers deeper inside of you while he fucks you senseless on their bed, leaving a mess that no one will ever be able to forget.

Ace laughs shakily, surprising himself as much as you. "Of course," he says, leaning in to kiss your neck softly. "I'd be honored." The thought of feeling you inside him, controlling the pace and depth of their connection, sends a thrill through him that he hasn't experienced with anyone else before. His fingers slide lower still, slipping between your folds and teasing at your entrance, already growing harder at the thought of how it would feel to be filled by you.

As they finish rinsing the soap from their hair, Ace backs you up against the shower wall, pressing his hips into yours and grinding roughly against your now slick folds. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he feels himself growing even harder at the thought of being taken by you in this way. "Show me what you've got," he whispers hoarsely, his gaze locked on yours as he watches for any sign that you're ready for him.

Ace lets out a sharp moan at your words, hips jerking into your touch as you circle his aching length. The idea of being filled by you while using their mom's dildo sends an electric thrill through him, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back any longer. "Fuck," he breathes raggedly, arching into your touch even harder as he feels himself on the edge of release.

His hands snake around your body, gripping firmly at your hips and pulling you closer still, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you wrapped around him as you take control like this. His cock jerks between your folds, slippery with anticipation for how good it's going to feel when she finally slides home. The shower water streams down their skin, mingling with their breath and the wet sounds of their bodies coming together in a frenzy of need that feels completely out of control but more real than anything else he's ever experienced before.

Ace nods quickly, eager to continue touching you even as he gets your back wet. His hands skim over your body, fingers trailing lightly across your breasts and belly before landing on the small of your back. He lathers up a washcloth and begins to scrub, taking his time to make sure every inch is clean. The feel of your skin beneath his fingertips is exquisite, making it nearly impossible for him to resist sinking lower and taking what he's ached for all morning. But he knows that if he does, there won't be enough hot water left to wash away the evidence of their tryst.

As he washes your back, Ace leans in close again, nuzzling at your neck and breathing heavily against your ear. "You're driving me crazy," he whispers hoarsely. "I can hardly wait for us to get out." His hands begin to wander lower once more, tracing patterns over the smooth skin of your ass before finally pressing into the flesh between your cheeks, gently parting them to reveal the tight bud of your anus. He pauses for a moment, eyes locked on his reflection in the steamy mirror as he takes in the sight of himself touching you like this. It feels so forbidden and wrong...and yet so right.

Ace gives your ass one final squeeze before moving back to finish washing your back. He focuses on scrubbing the cloth over your skin, determined not to let himself get lost in thought about how you feel beneath his touch again. As he finishes up, he turns you around and reaches for the faucet, quickly rinsing off any last bits of soap from his hands before grabbing a towel to dry them off. He hands the towel to you so that you can begin drying your hair, watching as your naked body is revealed once more in the steamy mirror.

His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of your breasts slick with water and your perfectly trimmed pubic hair glistening with moisture. For a moment, it feels like all that matters is staring at you like this; feeling your skin beneath his touch again. He realizes belatedly that he's been neglecting his own body, and hurriedly begins to dry himself off as well, wondering how much longer they can keep this up before one of them inevitably cracks under the intense pleasure and need surging through their veins.

Ace takes the blowdryer gratefully, his gaze flicking between your body and the appliance in his hands. He feels himself grow hard again at the thought of having you beneath him while he focuses on drying your hair, tongue running absently over his bottom lip as he contemplates all the ways he could use this tool to bring you even more pleasure. "How do you want it?" he asks hoarsely, eyes lifting back to meet yours in the mirror.

The air around them crackles with tension and desire; every touch feels charged with electricity as they navigate through their shared arousal. Ace wonders how much longer this can possibly last before one of them snaps, giving into the overwhelming need coursing through their veins like wildfire. But for now, he's content to enjoy every second of being close to you like this; savoring the feel of your skin against his fingers and the sound of your breath catching in your throat as he torments you with small circles of warm air around your ear.

Ace nods in understanding and turns on the dryer, setting it to low heat as requested. His free hand returns to your body, tracing slow circles over your stomach before venturing lower still; cupping your dripping wet core through the soft cotton of the towel. "You feel so good," he whispers roughly, thrusting his fingers deeper and gently scissoring them apart as he teases you expertly. His other hand guides the nozzle of the blowdryer over your hair, creating a warm breeze that seems to curl even tighter around you at his touch.

"I want to see it all wet like this," he continues, voice thick with desire as his fingers slip and slide effortlessly through your folds, "with my come on your skin." His thumb brushes against your clit, sending a shudder of pleasure through you that makes it impossible for you not to squirm in his grasp. The tension in the air grows thicker with each passing moment, tightening like a fist around their hearts as they both struggle for control amidst the rising waves of desire.

Ace chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to tease and play with you through the towel. "You're right," he concedes, fingers moving faster now as he draws circles around your entrance before sliding lower still, dipping into your folds to touch the swollen nub of your clit. His other hand cups your breast, thumb skimming across a taut nipple as his hips grind against yours in time with each gentle thrust of his fingers.

"But I'll make it worth it," he promises hoarsely, lips curling into a wicked smile as he watches your face twist in pleasure beneath his touch. His grip on your breast tightens ever so slightly, urging you to arch your back and present yourself further for his dominance. The tension coiling tighter within them both grows more intense by the second, their need for release burning brighter with every passing moment.

"Yeah," Ace rasps, "a bath sounds perfect." He reaches around to grab a washcloth and pours some water over it, squeezing out a small stream before using his free hand to position your leg up on the edge of the tub. "Then we can have some fun in here." His voice is rough with need as he smoothes the warm cloth across your thigh, slowly working its way higher until it's resting against your slick entrance.

His fingers continue their teasing dance inside the towel, pressing deep and circling lightly as he watches you squirm under his touch. "You feel so good," he whispers roughly before leaning in close enough that their lips brush against each other. "And I'm going to make sure you feel even better."

He pauses for a moment, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he takes in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. The air between them crackles with desire, making it nearly impossible for him not to lose control entirely and take what he so desperately needs right now. But he knows that if he does, there won't be any going back; the line they've crossed today will be erased forever, leaving nothing but a new reality where boundaries are meaningless and their only option is surrender.

Ace blinks, thrown off-balance by your declaration. The image you've painted is enticing, but it also feels...restrictive in a way that he hadn't anticipated. He wanted to push things further with you tonight; explore the forbidden territories of their desires without any boundaries or rules holding them back.

His fingers still inside the towel, pressed against your aching core, twitch impatiently as he wrestles with this new information. "Okay," he finally manages to say, his voice sounding uncharacteristically uncertain even to his own ears. He takes a step back from you, needing some space to process how he feels about these plans.

The tension in the air between them grows thicker as they stand there silently, eyes locked on one another's reflections in the mirror. It feels like everything hangs in the balance, waiting for one of them to make a move; to set the course of their night back onto its intended path or veer off into uncharted territory where anything might happen.

Ace nods slowly, still struggling to process his emotions. He reaches out and takes your hand, lifting you up gently so that your feet dangle a few inches above the ground as he carries you to their parents' bedroom. Once there, he carefully lowers you down onto the soft sheets before moving around to kneel beside the bed. His fingers still inside the towel, aching to touch more of your skin; feel your heat seared against his fingertips as he pleasures you with gentle circles and firm thrusts.

His gaze drifts upward, taking in the curve of your breast before sliding lower to meet your eyes in the mirror. He wants this night to be perfect for you; wants nothing more than to see the pleasure spread across your features as he makes love to you until neither of them can stand anymore. But he's also struggling with the idea of following your carefully laid-out plan, when all he really craves is abandon and uninhibited passion.

Ace groans at your words, his hips pressing forward instinctively as he slides the towel away, revealing his hard length to the cool air. He nudges your thighs wider apart with one knee, positioning himself between your legs as he gazes down into the warm depths of your eyes. His fingers find their way back to your wet entrance, parting the folds and teasing at your clit before pressing firmly against it.

He leans in close, their bodies slick with sweat and desire as he whispers hoarsely against your ear, "Do you really want me to?" His hips rock back and forth, rubbing his erection over your sensitive skin in a rough rhythm that has him panting for air. Each thrust makes the head of his cock tease and slide against your opening, taunting them both with what's to come as they struggle to maintain control in this dance of dominance and submission.

Ace presses his lips to your neck, sucking softly as he continues to pleasure you with rough hands and rocking hips. The feel of you beneath him; the scent of your arousal filling his senses overwhelms him, making it nearly impossible for him not to take what he wants right now. But he knows that waiting just a little bit longer might be worth it for the chance to see how much more pleasure they can extract from this game they're playing together.

Ace's eyes widen at the sight of the array of toys laid out before them. His gaze drifts hungrily over each one, taking in their shapes and colors as he considers which might feel best against your skin. Without hesitation, he grabs a small, pink vibrator and hands it to you. "Use that on me while I finger you," he says roughly, his voice still rough with desire as he positions himself between your legs once more. His thumb finds its way back to your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves before pressing down hard, teasing and taunting as he thrusts his fingers deep inside of you.

He grips the vibrator tightly, positioning it against his cockhead before turning it on with a press of the button. The low hum fills the air between them as he guides it up and down over the sensitive ridge of flesh, teasing himself even further while he waits for you to use the toy on him as instructed. His hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his fingers, thrusting deep inside of you as he watches your face contort in pleasure beneath him. "That's it," he groans, "just like that."

Ace moans at your words, their sweetness sending shivers down his spine as he watches you work the vibrator over his cock. His fingers inside of you thrust harder, seeking deeper contact with your sensitive flesh as he presses into you, his body heavy and needy against yours.

The bed creaks beneath them as they move together, lost in a fierce dance of desire and dominance that has their hearts racing and breath coming in ragged gasps. He looks down at where their bodies are joined, the sight of your wet folds engulfing his fingers making him even harder than before.

His hands tighten on your hips, urging you to move against him with more force as he feels himself nearing the edge. "God, I'm close," he whispers roughly into your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck before pulling back slightly to watch as you bring him over the brink. The vibrator hums between them, adding another layer of pleasure that threatens to send him spiraling out of control as his orgasm bears down on him, filling his body with blissful release.

Ace lets out a harsh groan as he comes, his hips bucking upward into your hand as spasm after spasm ripples through him. He pants for air, trying to catch his breath as the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction. At your question, he glances down at the dildos in the drawer, considering for a moment before replying. "You can choose," he says, voice rough with exhaustion and desire. "Pick whichever one you think would feel best on my ass."

His eyes meet yours once more, searching for any sign of how this new development makes you feel. The thought of having you take control like this only serves to heighten the tension between them, making him achingly hard again even as his body tries to recover from their earlier coupling. His heart races in anticipation, wondering what other boundaries Emilia might choose to push tonight and whether he'll be strong enough to resist when she does.

Ace nods, still somewhat breathless from their earlier exertions. He lays back on the bed, watching you intently as you retrieve a smaller dildo and some lubricant from the drawer. His heart races at the thought of you touching him in this way; taking control and exploring his body so thoroughly. As you begin to apply the lube to your chosen toy, he wonders what else you might have planned for them tonight.

His gaze drifts down between your legs, memories of how wet you were earlier flooding back to him. The thought of returning to that place; feeling your heat and moisture engulf his fingers once more sends a shudder of need through his body. He realizes with a start that he's still hard again despite having just come, and this time it feels different somehow: harder, deeper, aching for release. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he waits for you to have your way with him, wondering how far down the rabbit hole of desire they might fall together before morning comes and reality sets in again.

Ace's back arches off the bed at your touch, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as you push the larger dildo inside of him. It feels bigger and fuller than he expected, stretching him in a way that's both uncomfortable and intensely arousing. His hips buck up into the air, seeking more contact with your hand even as his body reacts to the invasion of his ass.

His eyes meet yours once more, locked in a heated gaze filled with lust and desire. The tension between them grows thicker with each passing moment, their bodies primed for whatever you might choose to do next. Ace can feel himself growing hard again despite the fullness inside him, his heart racing as he wonders how much further you'll push tonight and if there's a limit to what either of them can handle before they snap completely.

Ace lets out a low groan at your words, his hips thrusting upward instinctively into the dildo inside him. The thought of being allowed to fuck you while another toy stretches and fills him is too much for him to resist; it drives him mad with desire. He reaches down between your legs, seeking contact with your slick folds as he moans out his agreement.

His free hand grabs a pillow, pressing it beneath him as he bucks his hips harder against yours, searching for release. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between them growing more intense with every passing second. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, leaking pre-cum onto your sheets as he edges closer and closer to the brink.

Ace moans your name as he comes, his hips bucking wildly against the pillow beneath him. The dildo inside him throbs in time with his release, filling him to the brim with pleasure and pain. His vision blurs as the sensations overwhelm him, leaving him gasping for air and feeling utterly spent.

But then you slide down between his legs, positioning yourself atop him just as he had done to you earlier tonight. He looks up at your face, wondering what you'll do now that you have control once more. The anticipation is almost unbearable, his heart racing in his chest as he waits for the feel of your wet heat engulfing him again.

Ace's eyes widen at the sight of the massive dildo in your hand, his breath catching in his throat. His hips arch off the bed instinctively as you slide it between them, guiding it toward his opening. The head presses against his hole, stretching and filling him in a way that's both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. He grits his teeth, trying to bear the fullness as he waits for your next command.

"Rock your hips on it," you instruct, "show me how good it feels." His cock twitches in agreement at your words, harder than ever before now that he knows what's waiting for him if he can manage to please you tonight. With a deep breath, he begins to move his hips in time with yours, their bodies sliding together as one while the dildo buried inside him threatens to split him apart.

Ace moans as you take him deep inside, his body arching off the bed at your touch. He wraps his arms around you, holding on tightly as he thrusts his hips upward in time with yours, feeling the dildo in his ass stretch and fill him even further. His head spins with pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of you moving against him.

He grits his teeth, focusing on not coming too soon as he presses down harder onto the bed, using your movement to guide himself deeper into your body. The friction between them builds, intensifying with each passing second until it feels like they're both on the brink of orgasm. His cock throbs in rhythm with his heartbeat, leaving wet trails on your sheets as he thrusts upward toward release.

"Fuck," he groans, "I'm close... so close..."

Ace gasps, his hips bucking wildly as he feels the edge of his orgasm. He looks down at you, watching your expression twist with pleasure as you ride him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. The sight pushes him over the edge, his cock throbbing as he cums deep inside of you, filling you with his release. "Fuck," he groans, "that was..." His words trail off into a shuddering breath as he tries to catch his breath.

The dildo in his ass continues to stretch and fill him, keeping him on the edge even as the sensation begins to ebb away, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction. He looks up at you, grateful for the trust you've placed in him tonight. This has been one of the most intense and rewarding experiences of his life, and he can't help but wonder if there's more where this came from...

Ace nods, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. "Incredible," he agrees, looking down at you with a mix of wonder and desire in his eyes. He wipes the sweat from your forehead with the pad of his thumb, marveling at how their bodies moved together tonight. It's been an unforgettable experience, one that he hopes they can repeat sometime soon...if they're both brave enough for it.

Ace blinks up at you, confused for a moment by your request before he realizes the absurdity of it. "Uh... sure," he says with a half-smile, lying back down on the bed and scooting forward until he's kneeling over their parents' pillow. He grips it in both hands, hips rising and falling as he begins to thrust upward into its fluffy embrace, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

His body feels satiated after what they've shared tonight, but the desire between them still crackles like fire; impossible to ignore or extinguish completely. Watching you giggle from across the room only serves to heighten his arousal, making him harder than he thought possible even after coming just a few moments ago. With every thrust, more and more of his seed spills onto the pillowcase below, leaving a sticky trail in its wake as he empties himself once more into their parents' bedroom.

Ace nods in agreement, rolling off the pillow and onto his back. His cock twitches as he catches his breath, but with their little game over for now it's nice to just relax. The idea of a bath together sounds wonderful; a chance to unwind after everything they've done tonight. He waits expectantly for you to get up and grab some supplies, the tension between them seeming to ease as they drift toward a more tranquil state.

As you stand up and begin rummaging through their parents' bathroom cabinets, he idly wonders what sort of conversation might arise during their soak. Would it be awkward? Intimate? Or would they slip back into the playful banter that characterized earlier tonight? Only one way to find out.

Ace turns to face you as he finishes filling the tub, watching with interest as your movements become more fluid and sensual. The sight of you standing there in nothing but a thin film of water on your skin sends another wave of desire coursing through his veins, making it hard for him not to think about what could happen once they're both submerged beneath the surface.

"Emilia," he begins, voice rough with need, "I know we said no sex... but maybe..." He trails off, biting his lower lip as he searches your eyes for any sign of encouragement or protest. His heart races in anticipation, wishing desperately that you'd give him the chance to take this even further tonight.

Ace lets out a defeated sigh at your words. It's clear that he badly wants more than just a hand job after the bath, but he knows better than to push his luck tonight. He climbs into the tub, trying not to dwell too much on what he might be missing out on as he settles into the warm water with you.

As he watches you step into the tub, feeling your warm body press against his side, his eyes slide downwards toward where your hands rest in the water. His cock twitches beneath the surface, just inches away from where they could offer him so much more relief than a simple hand job ever could. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on relaxing, enjoying the closeness of having you here with him... but it's hard not to fantasize about what might happen once you get out of the tub and dry off.

Ace nods thoughtfully as he listens to your question. Part of him is surprised that you'd even consider something so intense, but then again, tonight has shown him how much trust you place in his hands... and how far you're willing to go when it comes to pleasure.

"I think I could handle it," he says slowly, thinking back to the way your body moved against him earlier tonight. "But we should probably start with something smaller, like a butt plug or maybe even a strap-on for now." He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Then if both of us are comfortable with that, we could maybe move on to fisting down the line..."

His voice trails off as he wonders how far this new boundary might push between them. The thought of having you dominate him in such an intimate way fills him with a mixture of anticipation and fear, but at the same time it excites him in ways he never knew possible.

Ace raises an eyebrow at your offer, surprised but not entirely shocked. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not comfortable with," he says carefully, "but if that's something you really want... then I'd be honored." A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of having such complete control over your body in that way; guiding and exploring every inch until they both reach heights of pleasure neither of them could have imagined.

"But," he continues with a grin, "let's not get too ahead of ourselves here. We still need to take things slow and make sure we're both comfortable with everything first." He pauses for a moment before asking, "What do you think? Should we try starting tonight?" The anticipation is almost unbearable as he waits for your answer.

Ace nods thoughtfully, considering your suggestion. "Yeah," he says slowly, "I think that's a good idea. Maybe we could each take turns preparing the other's ass, just to make sure everything feels good beforehand." The thought of having you bent over while he slips a finger into your hole or even takes care of your plug brings him closer to the edge all over again.

"You know," he continues with a grin, "maybe once we've gotten our plugs settled in, we could start exploring each other some more... see where else this night might take us." His hand moves subtly against your hip, brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin there.

Ace sucks in a breath at your casual mention of urethra play. The thought both excites and terrifies him; the idea of being so vulnerable to another person's touch, of having them take control over an area that is usually hidden away and private... It sends shivers down his spine just imagining it.

He swallows hard, taking a moment to collect himself before answering, "Um... well, I suppose I've thought about it some... but I've never done anything like that before." There's a note of nervousness in his voice as he continues, "It sounds... intense. But if you're willing to try it with me, I think I could handle it." His heart races at the thought of exploring this new territory together; discovering what lies beyond their physical boundaries and pushing themselves further than ever before.

He turns his head slightly so that he can meet your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear in them. When all he sees is curiosity and perhaps a hint of desire, it gives him courage... and determination to take things further with you tonight.

Ace laughs nervously at your playful comment. "Well, if you promise to use it in such an artistic way," he says with a smile that betrays his true feelings of excitement and anticipation, "then I guess there's no harm in trying it out." His heart races even faster now at the thought of being filled by your presence; of sharing this intimate act with you. It's a risk he's willing to take, trusting that no matter where their night takes them from here, they'll end up back together at the end... maybe even closer than before.

Ace takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Part of him wants to rush into this new adventure with you, but he knows that taking it slow and steady is important for both of your comfort levels. He considers your words carefully before finally speaking up. "Yeah, tonight's good for me." His voice is steady, confident. "Just... go at a pace you feel comfortable with too. I trust you completely." A warmth spreads through his chest at the thought of sharing this experience with someone as brave and daring as you.

Ace laughs at your joke, though he can't help but feel a hint of embarrassment wash over him as well. The idea of strangers ogling his cock is unsettling to say the least, and it makes him appreciate even more how trusting you are being with him tonight. "Well," he says slowly, trying to find some humor in the situation, "I guess if we ever need extra cash for our next... adventure, I'll keep that in mind." His tone is light, meant to ease any awkwardness between them as they discuss this new territory together.

His fingers trace idle patterns on your hip, enjoying the way your skin feels beneath his touch. The warmth of the water and the closeness of your body make it hard for him not to think about what might happen once you're both out of the tub... or if perhaps there's even more they could explore together here, right now.